Unseemly are the open eyes
  That watch the midnight sheep,
That look upon the secret skies
  Nor close, abashed, in sleep;

That see the dawn drag in, unbidden,
  To birth another day--
Oh, better far their gaze were hidden
  Below the decent clay.

To my future lover:

I hope you won’t get mad at me for leaving tea bags on our apartment sink. Sometimes I get lost in thoughts I forget to clean it up.

I hope you won’t mind that I suddenly wake up at three in the morning. My mind has probably brewed something noteworthy again. Please, get back to sleep. And let me write about how peaceful you breathe.

Please don’t get mad that I excessively stare at you in the most random times; I’m always dumbfounded with your ecstatic beauty—I’ve never seen such beauty like the starlit night sky. Your eyes shout the most soothing melody that the words slipping from your mouth become background noise.

I’m sorry that I get tensed often times, maybe it’s the lack of sleep, or too much caffeine in my system, but I assure you, it’s never about you—I can never have too much of you.

I promise that every letter I write will be infused with your love, and every word will be pervaded with your smoky-vanilla scent and every dot will not be an end, but another beginning. Another chapter. I am the author, and you are my muse. I will write until your name is engraved on my bones.

juxtaposed in dreams alone
untouched by wanton ways
stirring in my thoughts
torridly awaiting your commands
intimate conversations
never disappoint an eager heart

You're all i want,
and i want all of you

HE GRABBED HER FACE AND
PULLED HER IN LIKE SHE WAS
HIS ONLY REMAINING SOURCE
OF LIVING, LIKE SHE WAS THE
GRAVITY KEEPING HIM ON EARTH

As I look at you
across the kitchen table
All I could think is
you look absolutely
Delicious